The document is a song by Eminem about a romantic relationship. It discusses his attraction to and mixed feelings about a woman. While he is interested in her, he also suggests she is unreliable and he cannot fully commit to being her "Superman." The song repeats refrains of him not being able to be her Superman and descriptions of their up-and-down relationship.
The document is a song by Eminem about a romantic relationship. It discusses his attraction to and mixed feelings about a woman. While he is interested in her, he also suggests she is unreliable and he cannot fully commit to being her "Superman." The song repeats refrains of him not being able to be her Superman and descriptions of their up-and-down relationship.
The document is a song by Eminem about a romantic relationship. It discusses his attraction to and mixed feelings about a woman. While he is interested in her, he also suggests she is unreliable and he cannot fully commit to being her "Superman." The song repeats refrains of him not being able to be her Superman and descriptions of their up-and-down relationship.
Yeah Yeah? Talk to me You want me to tell you something? Uh, huh I know what you wanna hear
I know you want me, baby
I think I want you too (I think I love you, baby) I think I love you too I’m here to save you, girl Come be in Shady’s world I wanna grow together Let’s let our love unfurl
You know you want me, baby
You know I want you too They call me Superman I’m here to rescue you I wanna save you, girl Come be in Shady’s world (Oh, boy, you drive me crazy) Bitch, you make me hurl
They call me Superman
Leap tall hoes in a single bound I’m single now, got no ring on this finger now I’ll never let another chick bring me down In a relationship, save it, bitch! Babysit? You make me sick Superman ain’t savin’ shit Girl, you can jump on Shady’s dick
Straight from the hip, cut to the chase
I’ll tell a motherfuckin’ slut to her face Play no games, say no names Ever since I broke up with what’s-her-face I’m a different man, kiss my ass Kiss my lips, bitch, why ask? Kiss my dick, hit my cash I’d rather have you whip my ass
Don’t put out? I’ll put you out
Won’t get out? I’ll push you out Puss blew out, poppin’ shit Wouldn’t piss on fire to put you out Am I too nice? Buy you ice? Bitch, if you died, wouldn’t buy you life What? You tryin’ to be my new wife? What? You Mariah? Fly through twice
But I do know one thing though
Bitches, they come, they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday Monday through Sunday, yo Maybe I’ll love you one day Maybe we’ll someday grow ’Til then just sit your drunk ass On that fuckin’ runway, ho’
I can’t be your Superman
Can’t be your Superman Can’t be your Superman Can’t be your Superman I can’t be your Superman Can’t be your Superman Can’t be your Superman Your Superman, your Superman
Don’t get me wrong, I love these hoes
It’s no secret, everybody knows Yeah, we fucked, bitch, so what? That’s about as far as your buddy goes
We’ll be friends, I’ll call you again
I’ll chase you around every bar you attend Never know what kinda car I’ll be in We’ll see how much you’ll be partyin’ then You don’t want that, neither do I I don’t wanna flip when I see you with guys Too much pride between you and I Not a jealous man, but females lie But I guess that’s just what sluts do How could it ever be just us two? I’d never love you enough to trust you We just met and I just fucked you
But I do know one thing though
Bitches, they come, they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday Monday through Sunday, yo Maybe I’ll love you one day Maybe we’ll someday grow ’Til then just sit your drunk ass On that fuckin’ runway, ho’
I know you want me, baby
I think I want you too (I think I love you, baby) I think I love you too I’m here to save you, girl Come be in Shady’s world I wanna grow together Let’s let our love unfurl
You know you want me, baby
You know I want you too They call me Superman I’m here to rescue you I wanna save you, girl Come be in Shady’s world (Oh boy, you drive me crazy) Bitch, you make me hurl
First thing you say: I’m not fazed
I hang around big stars all day I don’t see what the big deal is anyway You’re just plain old Marshall to me Oh, yeah, girl, run that game Hailie Jade, I love that name Love that tattoo, what’s that say? Rot In Pieces, uh, that’s great
First off, you don’t know Marshall
At all, so don’t grow partial That’s ammo for my arsenal I’ll slap you off that bar stool There goes another lawsuit Leave handprints all across you Good Lordy, whoadie You must be gone off that water bottle
You want what you can’t have
Oh, girl, that’s too damn bad Don’t touch what you can’t grab End up with two backhands Put anthrax on a Tampax And slap you ’til you can’t stand Girl, you just blew your chance Don’t mean to ruin your plans
But I do know one thing though
Bitches, they come, they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday Monday through Sunday, yo Maybe I’ll love you one day Maybe we’ll someday grow ’Til then just sit your drunk ass On that fuckin’ runway, ho’
I know you want me, baby
I think I want you too (I think I love you, baby) I think I love you too I’m here to save you, girl Come be in Shady’s world I wanna grow together Let’s let our love unfurl
You know you want me, baby
You know I want you too They call me Superman I’m here to rescue you I wanna save you, girl Come be in Shady’s world (Oh boy, you drive me crazy) Bitch, you make me hurl
I can’t be your Superman
Can’t be your Superman Can’t be your Superman Can’t be your Superman I can’t be your Superman Can’t be your Superman Can’t be your Superman Your Superman, your Superman
I can’t be your Superman
Can’t be your Superman Can’t be your Superman Can’t be your Superman I can’t be your Superman Can’t be your Superman Can’t be your Superman Your Superman, your Superman